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Mercenaries, laboratory staff, and ordinary people who were kidnapped, all living people who were still moving were running, looking for opportunities to escape.

As the rainbow light flashed just now, the intelligent weapons who were still following the procedures but dealing with Natasha were like suddenly getting infected with a virus, pointing their guns at every living person around them.

Faced with the attack of the intelligent army, all people can do is run!

Except for a few mercenaries who had recovered their conscience before their death, who turned their guns and fought with intelligent weapons, the rest were all running.

Little Lisa and her mother moved forward along the crowd.

As the outer protective cover breaks, they can clearly see the large jungle outside. Survivors believe that escaping from the base and burrowing into the jungle can always find a way to return to society.

Little Lisa was held in her mother's arms, her chin against her mother's shoulders, and her bright big eyes were always looking into the distance. The tall building with the most gunshots were looking for Natasha's slender and strong back.

She floated in her mother's ears: "Sister, are you still alive?"

The mother was silent. After a long time, she said, "Sister will be fine. Lisa, don't look anymore. Let's close our eyes and pray for my sister. Can we pray for God to bless her."

"good."

Little Lisa solemnly folded her hands together and prayed sincerely for Natasha, whose life and death were uncertain.

My mother pursed her lips and her eyes were slightly red.

Since she witnessed her husband being shot to death, she no longer believed in God. If prayers were useful, they should not be here at all, and those innocent people should not lose their lives.

Mother just didn't want Lisa to witness too much death.

They continued to run, Little Lisa prayed with her eyes closed, and suddenly she felt a gust of wind blowing the blonde hair on her forehead. She opened her eyes, her bright eyes wider and wider, and her small mouth gradually opened into an O-shaped shape.

"Mom..." Little Lisa pointed to the sky. "God has appeared!"

"What God?"

The mother thought her daughter was talking nonsense, but soon, she saw a shadow flashing across the ground. She raised her head and was stunned, with her expression exactly the same as her daughter.

Not only them, but all the people running stopped involuntarily and looked at the sky, the picture that seemed like a miracle-

It was a giant dragon nearly a hundred meters long, with crystal clear pink scales, and was wrapped in golden thunder and lightning all over his body!

And above the dragon's head, there was a man with an eastern hole.

As long as you follow the news in daily life and have a little understanding of superheroes, you can call out the man's name in one word.

"It's Zhang Ming! He's here to save us!"

"Didn't he say he murdered the French Prime Minister and was a complete madman?"

"No matter who he kills, as long as I can rescue me, I promise not to scold him in the future."

The ordinary people below expressed their opinions, but they could speak unceremoniously to Zhang Ming, who is a superpowered person, about what ordinary people dare not say.

This psychological transformation is really interesting.

And for those mercenaries, this is definitely not good news.

They all lowered their bodies, tried not to attract anyone's attention, and sneaked into the jungle.

Although they are using money to do business, the nature of the transaction they are doing is too bad and is a real anti-human behavior. Once they are arrested, they will probably spend the rest of their lives in prison.

Zhang Ming glanced at the escaped mercenaries below. These guys didn't need him to do anything. Kuaiyin, Thor, Dior and Peter were all below, so it was impossible for them to let go.

He looked back at the man in the spaceship, looking at him.

The plaid shirt and jeans are slightly fat, and they look like the kind that middle-aged men can be seen everywhere, thrown into the crowd and can't be found in a few minutes.

Is this the person in charge of this population massacre base?

Zhang Ming was skeptical about this, and there was no way. This time the enemy was too cunning. He hid in the dark from beginning to end, and was good at puppet making and remote control.

God knows that middle-aged uncle is a traitor who betrays humans or a poor man who has been refined into a puppet early on.

However, this problem will not bother Zhang Ming for too long.

The Great Power Tianlong blocked the spaceship's forward route. Zhang Ming summoned a three-meter-long golden lightsaber. Without saying a word, he cut the outer armor of the spaceship and entered the interior.

As soon as he entered, he was first siege by hundreds of intelligent machines. However, Zhang Ming did not take this level of attack seriously. He saved time as much as possible along the way, and Yang Lei was not stingy with it.

After he arrived at the main control room, as expected, there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground that had begun to rot and were gradually turning into a pool of thick water.

This way of death is exactly the same as Alexander Pierce at the time.

Sure enough, these guys had long been turned into puppets by Edward. After confirming that their identities were exposed, they immediately "destroyed" them.

Zhang Ming walked to the control table, the spacecraft started the self-destruction program, and the information in the database had disappeared.

Listening to the alarm sounded in my ears, for some reason, Zhang Ming suddenly remembered a meme circulating among boys:

When an otaku suddenly falls into danger and is about to die, the first thing he thinks is definitely not to leave a last word, but to delete all browser records and folders called "Study Materials" on the computer.

Edward gave Zhang Ming this feeling.

He could almost think of Edward's old face full of stitching marks, showing a panic look.

Zhang Ming grinned and said, "Since you have done it, don't think of deleting it."

Editing starts!

Everything within two minutes is deleted, only the last moment is retained.

At this time, the Rainbow Bridge had just broken through the camouflage protection of the base, and dozens of puppets were preparing to launch the spaceship and try to escape. Just when a group of puppets were rigid but efficiently controlled the spaceship to take off.

Hold the joystick with one hand.

...

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it..."

Dr. Edward fell into anger. He waved his fists and hit the wall with force. The black blood mixed with squirming silk threads flowed out of his scarred hands.

Sherry, who was like a ghost, stood quietly behind him without any consolation or stopping.

After that experiment that year, after becoming like a ghost, Shirley had long lost the ability to care for others. The only obsession that could allow her to continue to survive was her silent and heavy love for Dr. Edward.

"Doctor, you are getting more and more frequent and deeper by rage."

Sherry spoke when Dr. Edward recovered from calmness.

It is obvious that the various experiments he conducted and the various strange and terrifying forces he obtained from this were not completely costless.

Edward is gradually losing himself and becoming a monster devoured by anger.

"I don't have much time, but they are the same."

Dr. Edward walked to the laboratory and looked at the dozen brain-dead "devices". He thought for nearly a minute and gave orders to Shirley:

"Removing these useless things, connecting all the brains that can be used, and then..."

He turned his head and looked into the distant planet through the window.

Earth.

“Start the Intelligent Machinery Crisis Plan now.”

Shirley did not refute him, but just read a string of numbers in a cold tone.

"The deployment of the earth is not fully ready, and now the plan is launched, with a success rate of less than 37%-"

Edward interrupted her and said, "There is no time to arrange it for us. I can feel that the artificial intelligence called Ultron is constantly eroding my previous deployment. If I wait, I don't even have a 30% chance. Besides, I have never considered that the planet can be destroyed by the intelligence crisis alone."

Edward reached into the glass tank and gently stroked a brain with his fingers. Countless squirming silk threads stretched out from his palms and pierced into the brain.

“Our real aces are them.”